iGun sharp guys get a frag grenade, screw the points XD
Heh. ... I often had one tote an RPG just for rage response for that stupid iGun guy who might get lucky and gun down one of my gals. ;)
This is why everyone gets a free molotov to the face.
Sometimes I see 2 of those guys and they can go and die in a fire. ...
Hehe, blowing up everything which includes all enemies faces seems to be a quite common tactic.
This is my story on the topic:
... from the logs of Jane, the pirate queen ;) ...
It seems my pirate gang tries to operate a bit more "surgically" than other pirate gangs we had a chat about combat tactics, using projectile and melee weapons mostly - and amongst them quite often the stun versions - for optimal mission results. The upside is, all 4 prisons are full and we just opened a new hideout, because we simply didn't know what to do with 2.5m cash on hand and vaults at their limit. But the downside is ... on average 20 out of 25 gals are on wound recovery (sometimes for as long as 86 days :o ), every month we invite 10 new hands to join us (of which 50% get fed to the fishes immediately for being outright cowards), we already lost all original escaped lunatics and no one except the really lucky ones who are fast and talented enough to kill everything in sight (Mistress Small Croc just got awarded Angel of Death) gets really old in my gang. Not even the sisters. Them gals have a high and wealthy but short life here.
Recently though we deployed a nade to the face tactic as well. More correctly stated: A crate of violence to the face tactic. ... With them werewolf beasts in them jungle lands. Two times we had to abort a raid already not to lose the craft. But this time we were back - with pre-primed crates! And we waited outside the craft for those ugly beasts to show up. The first, dumb enough to run straight at us, faced a crate and went down. The second faced a crate but just got wounded. It then panicked in the ensuing firestorm and a half-nekid gal jumped forward into the flames to stick a spear into the wolfs brains before they started to work right again. The third one took a crate into the butt, but just walked away into the smoke unharmed. After this initial cratin' the surroundings of our landing site were a tornado of fire and smoke, with the gals not beeing able to spot a hypthetical shooner through the blaze if it sailed right in front of them. So the third wolf suddenly was back and jumped from the flames right at two gals on their watchpost. But it was stupid enough to time it badly. Before it could chew them apart the two gals dropped their primed crates and ran for cover. This means after getting butt-crated this beast also took a crate to each of its balls - or tits. ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand - it still stood upright. A bit confused, walking away into the wrong direction. But still ready for combat. Our brainers told us and thus this is a rhetorical question, but: What are these creatures made of? I got truth-faced now: Estimating that there are at least 5 more of those cursed bastards hiding somewhere, with the gals out of crates and close to no water already. If they would stay they would have the choice to die of thirst or in a futile melee combat. Two gals for one wolf. Mission aborted.
Now, a few weeks later we "surgically" removed a guild engineer and his dynamite pack from his marsec friends (getting 2 gals ghosted and 2 more lost just to get that son of a backwater paddling squid and a marsec hunk alive). Aaaaaand this dynamite pack makes me think of the werewolves again. And a - let's say - "adjusted" something-to-the-face tactic. ...